Dark Matter Poem by GRANT FRASER

Dark Matter



You have to tear out the goodness
chuck away the greatest part of
your mind,

words get tied,

up,

I can't believe them,

they will not apply,

So I kick the Sun
like a meaningless football...

Far across the lost fold,

so I will not have to see
what I see,

And that is enough, at least,

for now...

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